So That's What My Pussy Looks Like!

I initially posted this story on Whispering Lily, and a reader encouraged me to post it on Solo to reach a wider audience.

Describing It

I have coarse black hairs growing on a small patch on my mound and sprinkled sparsely on my outer lips. I don't have a lot of hair, but it tends to be longer than most other pubic hair I've seen. I've never shaved any part of it. Below the mass of hair, my clit shaft comes into view. It is about an inch long from base to hood. The hood is large and loose, and I need to peel it way back before my clit head pops into view. I love looking at this part. It is small and pink, and it swells to a brilliant red when I'm aroused... the way I am right now looking at myself in the mirror. When I'm fully erect, my hood retracts and the head pops out fairly easily.

My lilac-colored inner lips are thick, fleshy, and wrinkled. They are about the size of the lips on my face. I've discovered them to be surprisingly elastic in my masturbation sessions when I pull and tub at them during the foreplay part of solo sex. When I was younger, I was embarrassed by how big my labia were and how much they stuck out. I thought of my pussy as being immense, gross, and sloppy. When I changed with other girls in the locker rooms at summer camp, I would get jealous of everyone else who had small, neat slits. But I've since come to realize that that's just the way I look.

When I spread my inner lips, things get interesting. If I'm already good and wet, a strand of fluid will stretch from flap to flap as I part them... the way I just did now. The purplish hue of the outer surface only borders the inner surface of my labia which melts into a blotchy red-pink. If I look carefully, I can see tiny veins. They make this part look like it's lined with lace. The opening of my cunt is surrounded by this lace-decorated surface, and it's stretched taught from top to bottom. Just beyond that sinewy slit is a puffy collar surrounding the hole.

The First Time

When I looked at my pussy up close in a mirror for the first time, it was almost by accident. At least I hadn't planned on doing it. When I was 11 years old, I was watching television one lazy Saturday morning when I became bothered by a mosquito bite way up on my inner thigh. It was really itching badly, and I wondered what this monster of a mosquito bite must look like. I lifted up my nightgown and strained to look, but I couldn't quite see it. Then I got my mother's make-up mirror to get a better view.

Placing the mirror between my legs, I saw clearly the huge mosquito bite. It had to be one of the biggest I'd ever gotten, and it was right next to the elastic hem of my panties. Seeing my body from this angle gave me another idea. I took off my panties and repositioned the mirror between my legs. Wow! What appeared in the mirror was even more awe-inspiring than the mosquito bite. I had just started growing pubic hair, and I saw that it was wispy and downy. I held my labia open and saw my cunt opening for the first time. But in the next moment, I felt embarrassed. My lips WERE huge and monstrous, and this confirmed it.

As frightened as I was of exactly how my pussy looked, I couldn't help but keep on looking... multiple times for the next few days. It made me feel tingly to look. I would wait for the times when I knew my mother would leave me in the house for an extended period of time, and then I would sneak her mirror into my bedroom. I had been masturbating regularly since I was around 5 years old, so it wasn't long before looking led to touching and touching led to climaxing... all in front of the mirror. I did this many times, and giving myself a show became a regular variation on the standard hand job. I was only 11 at the time, and my eager adolescent pussy was starting to come into its own. I also started to notice wetness at around this time. During these next few years of puberty, I had perpetually wet panties because I was constantly horny.

I told my mother I wanted her to buy me a make-up mirror. She was thrilled that her tomboy daughter finally became interested in feminine things. Not only did she buy me a mirror, she also bought me make-up which was I put in a drawer and left unused. The mirror, on the other hand, saw lots of action. I especially liked to use it with a flashlight. Late at night when everyone had gone to bed and all lights were off, I would sit spread-legged underneath the covers shining a flashlight at the mirror reflecting my pussy. Seeing my pussy lit up like that in the dark gave me a secretive, naughty thrill. When my more girly friends would come for a sleepover, they would always use my mirror in the morning to apply make-up. I got off knowing that they were using the same mirror to put on their lipstick as I did for watching my pussy while I diddled.

Before and After

Fast forward 4 years to the age of 15. My first boyfriend and I had been together for more than a year, and we finally agreed to have intercourse. It was also going to be his first time. The day before the big occasion, I got out my mirror which I kept handy on my bedside table and looked at my pussy very carefully. I knew that something was supposed to break, and I wanted before and after images. I spread, I poked, I pried. I memorized every detail about my cunt opening which was starting to moisten.

I relished the view in the mirror, knowing that it was something I'd be providing for my boyfriend the next day. He had a healthy adolescent curiosity about my body. I would spread my legs for him, and he would look at my pussy-his eyes growing wide-for as long as I wanted to show it. In the mirror, I got aroused seeing myself as he would see me, and I started circle-rubbing my clit. I knew that I was bringing off my virgin pussy for the last time and having one last virgin orgasm. It was a hot session.

I bled a little bit. It was painful, but it wasn't the worst pain I had ever experienced. I took a shower to get myself cleaned up. I didn't feel like looking right then and there for fear that prodding might open up any wounds that were healing. A few days afterwards, I took out the mirror. Yes, the puffy area just beyond my cunt slit had opened up a bit. So this is what I will look like from now on. Once again, I started to masturbate as I always do whenever I look. For the first time, I added penetration to my clit rubbing. I finger-fucked myself with one finger while I diddled in the usual way. The sight of a slippery finger moving in and out of my recently-initiated cunt was a new one for me, and it didn't take me long before I climaxed.

My Mirror and Me

To this day, my mirror is my favorite sex toy, and I expect that relationship to last a lifetime. I have masturbated in front of full-length mirrors to get the total-body view of myself experiencing ultimate pleasure, but I prefer looking at pussy close-ups. To begin a mirror session, I lay out a towel on the bed. Then I get comfortable by propping myself up with pillows. I draw my knees up and apart and position the mirror between them. The two lamps on either side of my bed provide the necessary light. As many times as I have seen my pussy, it never ceases to transfix me. I gaze at it for a long moment and take in the sight before I touch it.

I like to put the mirror at different angles to get different views. If I place the mirror straight on, it gives me the best view of what's between my labia when I spread them. If I adjust the mirror so that it's at an angle, I can better see how much my labia expand and swell from the stimulation. They stick out pretty far, and I love looking at big-lipped pussy. When I am watching myself, my lovemaking is never hurried. I like quickies from time to time, but never with my mirror. These sessions always involve stages of building up and backing down in order to make my arousal and, therefore, my viewing last as long as possible. I can have multiple orgasms with a partner but only one by myself, so I need to savor and draw out the session.

There's something about the first drop of fluid that always fascinates me. I tend to get wet immediately, but at first, it is only a surface moistening of the cunt opening and interior surface of the inner lips. That first drop takes some time to fall. Here's how it happens. A bead of fluid pushes forth from my contractions. I can't help but contract and release my cunt muscles when I masturbate. It feels good, and the sight of my engorged pussy gaping and twitching while it squeezes out its love juice is the reason I watch in the first place. That first drop emerges from between red-pink walls of flesh, and the way it looks depends on how I've been fingering myself. If I've been making fast and furious motions that pull my labia this way and that, it is bubbly and frothy (think slightly beaten egg whites). If I've been doing mostly a slow, gentle tease, as I am doing to myself right now, it is watery and clear. The drop bulges from the slit before trickling down and leaving a slippery trail. I lap it up with my fingers and spread it over my clit and labia. I do this over and over again to get myself well-lubed, dipping and smearing until there's a good layer of love juice glistening over my entire pussy.

I always use more creativity in the way I tend to myself during a mirror session. I also get the wettest during mirror sessions, and the sight of slick fingers lovingly rubbing slick pussy... well, that's just about the most precious thing. I could look at that forever. Here's where I experiment with different touches and strokes, burying and slip-sliding my fingers in various ways in all those complex folds and on my bulging clit head. Whenever I need some more love juice, I circle-rub my clit hard and fast just for a little while to make a drop come out. Then I make good use of that offering. The smells of my pleasure ever so slightly remind me of glue. I might like to insert one or two fingers into my cunt and thrust. The soft liquid gurgle of combined cunt and clit pleasure accompanies my moans and sighs. I love the sloshing sounds my wet pussy makes when it is being rubbed either by myself or by someone else. From time to time, I'll lick my fingers and savor the slightly metallic taste. This is truly an experience that involves all five senses.

Having a controlled orgasm is a practiced skill. Because my arousal has been built up so slowly and extended so long during these mirror sessions, the tension is enormous. There's a clenching in my abdomen that begs release. I want to roll with the waves of pleasure that inevitably come, but I also want to stay conscious enough to see what my pussy does when this happens. Instead of all out thrashing and bucking orgasms, I hold my breath, release and pant... all the while keeping watch in the mirror.

I bring myself over the top using hard and fast strokes. They look almost violent in the mirror, pushing and jolting my pussy to extremes, but the motions feel incredible. I exhale, release my muscles, and there's a fluttering in the area between my cunt and ass like a little heart beating. If I hold my labia open while this is happening, I can see the redness of my center of being pulsing. The fluttering gradually slows and stops while I continue to give my clit what it needs. I squeeze out the last of those flutters before taking my hand away to savor one last sight of satiated pussy. My labia-still very pink and engorged-are in a disarray from the all the vigorous rubbing. Pussy juice is smeared everywhere. There are bubbles in crevices, and milky strands stretch from fold to fold. Everything is a glorious mess.